Gregory Gumbs – Ⅲ

Nothing is Sadder 

 

 

 

Nothing is Sadder

Nothing

Than the trees which lose their majestic brown and yellow, brittle leaves in October and

November

Nothing is sadder

Nothing

Than observing the naked trees in December standing all alone

Unprotected against the dripping snow running down their massive trunks

Nothing is sadder

Nothing

Than walking through the once busy and verdant woods

in January and February

and their cold skeletons still proudly thrusting upwards

against the always threatening dark clouds in the moody Nordic skies

Abandoned by the now ever more distantly reflecting sun

Embraced by the bone-chilling raging winds

Nothing is sadder

Nothing and

That is why I’m forced to put my arms around them and share

with them whatever little warmth I have for

Nothing is sadder

Nothing

Than to feel this shiver

Shiver,

Shiver

Nothing

The lonely, lost and forsaken trees in winter.

 

 

 

For my dearly beloved mother

Mrs. Ermine E. Doromoy-Gumbs